(Daddy let me) Drive performed by Lynn Sr Loud

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Lynn:

It was painted red, stripe was white.

It was 18 feet from bow to stern light

2nd hand from dealer in Atlanta 

I rode up with daddy when he went there to get 'er


Put on a shine, put on a motor

Built out of love and made of water

Ran it for years till the transom got rotten

A piece of my childhood that'll never forgotten it was


Just an old plywood boat

75 Johnson with electric choke

A young boy, 2 hands on the wheel

I can't replace the way it made me feel

And I would turn it shore line, and make it wide

He'd say ya can't beat the way an old wood boat rides

Just a little lake across the Alabama line

But I was the king of the ocean, when daddy let me drive 

(Breaks)

Lynn:

Just an old ½ ton, short-bed ford

My uncle bought new, in '64

Daddy got it right. 

Cause the engine was smokin'

Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'

He'd let me drive 'er when we'd haul off of a load

Down a dirt strip, where we'd dump trash off Thigpen Road

I would sit on the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals

Smiling like an hero that just received his medal


It was just an old hand-me-down ford

With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door

A young boy, two hands on the wheel

I can't replace the way it made me feel

And I would press that clutch

And I would, keep it right

He'd say, a little slower son; you're doing just fine

Just a dirt road with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti

When daddy let me drive 


I'm grown up now

Three daughters of my own 

I let them drive my old jeep

Across the pasture at our home

Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file

And pull out that old memory

And think of me and smile

And say


It was just an old worn out jeep

Rusty old floor boards

Hot on my feet

A young girl,, two hands on the wheel 

I can't replace the way it made me feel

And he'd say, turn it left

And steer it right

Straighten up girl now, you're doing just fine

Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride

But I was high on a mountain

When daddy let me drive


Daddy let me drive

Oh he let me, drive


It's just an old plywood boat

With a 75 johnson 

With electric choke
















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